Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 45
address and then hung up and stared at the phone for a second
before sitting down again.
“What was that about?”
“Baptism of a child,” he said, but as he did so, a chill ran
through him.
Susan cocked her head and took her glasses off, trying to
focus on her husband. “So why do you look like you just
picked a pubic hair out of your teeth?”
Dylan looked up at her and gazed for a long moment
before responding. “Ah’m...not sure.”
:: 8 ::
Bishop Tom Müeller shifted in his chair. His left calf had
gone to sleep, and he resisted the temptation to punch it. He
was sitting in one of the large meeting rooms in the Mercy
Center just outside Tucson, Arizona, in the company of his
fellow bishops. The annual meeting of the bishops of the Old
Catholic Synod of the Americas was in full, sleepy swing,
and he fought to remain erect and alert. When he tuned back
in, Bishop Walenski of Wisconsin was practically yelling.
“...Christ cannot be represented at the altar by a gay man!
Why are we even talking about this? We cannot have gay
men—”
“—or women?” interjected Bishop Van Patton, one of the
two women bishops present.
“Or women—” he nodded in her direction impatiently,
“as representatives of Christ. It doesn’t work!”
“Um, if I may ask a question...” Bishop Tom stood. The
Presiding Bishop nodded to him. Tom had only been consecrated
a year ago and was one of the youngest and least
experienced bishops in the Synod. He had so far managed to